::Deciphered from Dwarven into common::
The Mindflayer's lair was a nightmare, and his Umberhulks smelt bad as they looked. But I got away and took one of them with me on my way out, sadly I think I killed two of the other "slaves" I was chained to when I jumped on him. At least I think I jumped on him. All I remember is him hitting me with that bloody whip and I turned towards him. The next thing I know I'm pushing his dead body off me at the bottom of a cliff. Got a few more scars to show for that blackout. I know I've got my fathers temper but I didn't imagine it would get this bad. Well I wandered around in the woods for a while looking...well...looking for anything. Except for the scum that were looking for me. Hideing from them was almost as bad as finding my way out of that bloody forest. At least there was plenty of berries and nuts to eat, I was even able to find some bird eggs one day. I lost track of the days that I wandered, I kept wakeing up in places that I didn't reconize. Though, I was finally able to follow a stream out of the forest, the cool water seemed to help with the headaches and blackouts.
I found a small village of humans that were kind enough to take me in and let me heal up for a few days. They were more than ready to point me in the direction of the mountains. I think they were ready to get rid of me, I kept blacking out and waking up in a locked room. Hope I didn't hurt any of them too badly. Though I think one of them is going to carry that scar on his lip the rest of his life.
Once I finally got within sight of the mountains it was easy enough to find my way home; if not to get there. The journey was long... though I think I was able to get my blackouts under control along the way. Now if I can just keep my temper in check. I seem to loose track of things the madder I get. Need to try and keep a cool head.
I couldn't even imagine how long I've been gone by the time I reached the foothills of home, and oh how I couldn't wait to be back in the caves and see my family again. Then everything blew up in my face. I came home to find that my father had died in the cave in. The cave in that I caused. It was my fault. I killed my own father...how will Vorax ever forgive me?
This was not the end of my woes, Vorax must be punishing me. I found that my mother has remarried. My father isn't even cold yet and she's married into another clan. How could she? Could she acutally love him? *Must keep my temper in check these are my breathern* At least he's of good blood and on the council. He's a good dwarf and I know that he'll take care of her.
Then theres my little sister, she's decided to marry also. He's a good lad. He'll make a decent blacksmith one day. At least I hope he will. His father was kind of lazy, I'm hoping that that trait doesn't carry on to him.
Little brother Axodeth was gone when I got home, but Exodus was here. We have talked for many hours while my wounds have healed and my strength slowly returns. Though, he keeps talking about going to join Axo in a town called Hlint. Wish I could join him, to many bad memories here. Though I'm to weak to travel right now...maybe after I heal.
6 days later
Exodus...has gone. He's going to Hlint to meet up with Axodeth. I'm still hoping to join them later. Our clan has fallen within this mountain now I wander the caves and cliffs alone patently waiting for my body to heal. I don't wish to be here any longer...I...can't take the stares of my breathern...I must find a way to redeem myself.
4 months later
Finally I am leaveing, no one came to see me off this morning. I hope this is not an omen of how my brother are going to recieve me when I reach Hlint.
